If I Were Your Fallen Angel
"I don't feel a thing and I stopped remembering, the days are just like moments turned to hours. Is it here that I'm alone?"
Spike's eyes flickered, as the screen of the lit TV set did also. He took in a deep breath, as he watched another rerun of Big Shot. Come to think of it, he thought, solemnly as he sat there in a T-shirt and boxers, they never showed the face of the bounty. Spike scratched his head, as he leaned it back slowly on the couch. His eyes glanced nervously to the clock just above the mantel and it read 2:00 A.M.
He just couldn't sleep that night, it made him wonder so about the money that he'd profit after turning in the bounty. Everything went so slow, that it bugged him. He quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the television, causing the room to be covered in total darkness. Spike just sat there, as he continued thinking.
His thoughts were soon interrupted when the door suddenly slid open, revealing Faye on the other side. It kinda amused him to see what the woman was up to this time. She slowly crept in, stumbling upon something that seemed to be Ein's bowl.
"Stupid dog!" Faye hissed, as she slowly headed towards the hall. The young woman quickly stopped short, as she felt eyes staring at her. It was too obvious when things like that happened. She had to admit, she felt kind of scared to look around.
Her emerald eyes gazed about, as they stopped on the sitting figure on the couch. Spike gaped back at her in complete silence, not even saying a word. What the hell's he trying to do, scare me? Faye thought, standing up straight. She quickly clicked on the lights, an annoyed look upon her face, as she stared back at the man who sat comfortably in position.
"What the hell are you tryin' to do?" she questioned, a bit cocky.
"Sitting in silence," he replied, "Until you came in." Faye rolled her eyes, as her arms crossed her chest. She simply crinched her nose.
"The living dead's words are meaningless," she muttered, a foul remark. Spike slowly stood up taking his time as he stretched. He quickly strode over to where Faye was standing, and glanced back at her.
"Good call," he replied, reluctantly as he headed towards his room. Faye followed, as she headed towards her own. She slowly came to a quick stop, in front of her door, as she watched Spike's tall figure loom his way to the bathroom. She took in a deep breath, as her eyes fell to the floor. She tried to stop thinking, and quickly went into her room and decided on some sleep.
The minute her door shut behind her, she felt a wave of nausea fall over herself, and quickly pulled open the door, carelessly trying to keep quiet. Faye quickly ran to the bathroom, and began pounding away, hoping desperately that Spike would open the door. She could hear his voice on the other side.
"Damn! What the hell is it?!?" he quickly pulled open the door, as he pulled on his shirt, still his body matted dripping wet from the steamy shower, which was sawn through the wet spots on his shirt. He cocked his head at the woman for a second, before she forcefully pushed her hand against his chest, roughly knocking him to aside. Spike stared up at her, a bit startled, as she leaned her head over the sick, making what seemed to be vomiting noises.
"You okay?" Spike questioned, sounding more caring than he had meant. He stood up straight, as he watched Faye let it all out, her hands quickly tucking her violet lockes behind her ears.
"God...," she murmured, as she spitted out a saliva of blood. Faye immediately turned on the faucet as she ran water on her face, trying to calm herself. Spike stood there, without another slight word, as he couldn't care less to bother. Faye slowly stood up straight, as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
Her eyes turned to the man beside her, as she suddenly walked out the door, as though nothing happened. He lifted one side of his eye brow, as he followed her out of the bathroom.
"Faye, what's wrong with you?" he questioned, a bit concerned. The girl quickly came to a stop as she swung around, most violently, her hair falling over her eyes.
"Nothing," she uttered, a hoarse whisper, "Leave me alone, Spike." He smiled, slightly, exhaling.
"Why is it, whenever something happens to you, you become such a bitch," he paused, "Not that you're not one to begin with." There was a slight humor in his voice, that pissed Faye off even more. She rolled her eyes, as she shook her head in disagreement.
"I am a bitch," she uttered, gruesomely. With that, she turned down the hall, as she walked out towards the deck, taking a breath, as she leaned over the pole railing. Faye quickly glanced back over her shoulder, to see if the man had followed. She shook the thought from her head, why would he? He didn't care about her, all he wanted was to make her life miserable. That was all Spike Spiegel ever gave a fuck about anyway.
She took a deep breath, her hair falling at the sides of her face. Faye immediately swung around, as she heard light footsteps behind her. Her emerald eyes met his, as she assumed the quietness and didn't bother to speak a word, perhaps she didn't dare. Would he run? Would she startle him to the point where he'd turn and walk away? Every time she'd show that she cared, he rejected her, even worse, hurt her.
Spike stared at her, cockily, like he always did. He never took her seriously, so why was he there? He slowly walked over towards her, but stopped at her side, as the two stared out the clear view window, a shatterproof glass, that covered the deck. The stars shone brightly in the Heavens, and for once, Faye realized how beautiful it really was. How things could be how she always dreamed of it as.
She slowly glanced to him, as he brought a cigarette to his lips, and then handing it to her. Faye took that offer willingly, it wasn't everyday when Spike would be as kind to offering her his own cigarette. The man stared straight ahead, as his head glanced downward. What was he thinking, Faye asked herself, as she gazed at him from the corner of her emerald eyes.
"It's strange...," she uttered, her eyes glancing down to her clasped hands on the cold rail, the cigarette dangling from her lips. Spike didn't bother to make eye contact wit her, instead, he stared straight ahead, "It's strange how stars are so pretty...and I never took time to realize that..it scares me," Faye's voice uttered, as she felt herself grow cold.
"...lying, shameless, scum of a bounty hunter?" Spike uttered, avoiding her gaze for a minute. Her eyes turned to him, startled. But she hated to argue with him, that she needed to admit. Why had he taken everything so foul? Could he just let her talk without interrupting for once?
"I don't know...," her voice trailed off slowly, as she resumed her posture, bringing the lit cigarette to her rosy red lips, yet again. "I really don't know....I know that's how you all see me. And I'm okay with that, really. But I just want you to take me seriously for once. That's all I ask."
Spike shook his head, turning away, "How can you expect us to take you seriously, Faye? The way you are, you're the one not takin' yourself seriously...and when you're capable of doing that, then come talk to me about it."
"Just now....," Faye uttered, practically ignoring his statement, "Would you run?" Spike glanced over at the young woman, who's eyes were shut tightly. He wondered about Faye, most at that very moment. Am I in too deep? she questioned herself, as her emerald eyes peered into his.
"It hurts...," she uttered, looking down, trying to calm her sudden cries that conquered her, "It hurts to be Faye Valentine. I hate this life..." The green haired man looked down at the woman before him, her eyes slowly glancing up into his own. He paused, as one hand held onto the railing and the other dangled lazily at his side. It was hard on Spike, he had no idea why she was saying the things she did. It surprised him, how a woman like herself could change so drastically right before his own eyes. Eyes that saw how she was, or perhaps how she appeared to be.
He hesitated, as he limply brought his hand up to touch her shoulder. But stopped, he didn't want to be pulled into the whirl pool she'd make him experience. He hadn't yearn one bit for it, ever since he found feelings for a woman. He remembered it all too well...
"You, 'Swimming Bird.' You shall meet a woman. You shall be targeted by that woman . . . and . . death."
"Again. I see," Spike uttered.
"Again?"
"I've already died once. Got killed by a woman," the green haired man replied.
"You take women too lightly."
He quickly shook the thought away, as he didn't remember who that discussion was with, he could care less. He stared at Faye, her eyes were shut, lost from sight, as she buried her face in his chest. He could feel her breathing, so slowly, as if she were nearly out of breath. Her gently fingers against his back, as her arms wrapped weakly around his waist, and he stood there, still. Spike closed his eyes for a mer second, as he thought back to the way Julia held onto him like she did. But it wasn't Julia, she was long gone...and Faye stood in her place.
He quickly stopped his train of thought, he didn't want to think, it felt so heavy, like weights one would have to carry. That he didn't want. He slowly pulled her away gently, his hands grasped onto her arms. You haven't changed, Spike. Why do you always have that weak spot for women? Why, for the women you think you're in love with? You're still the same old Spike....same old Spike....
His eyes fixed to the solid ground below him, as he uttered softly, "I've bled all of that blood away."
Spike blinked, as his hands fell to his sides. Faye stared up at him, as she hovered inches from his face. That was the first time the two had ever been so close to each other, and shared such a strange bond. Her emerald eyes were scattered with tears, that glistened as the moon shone through the glass walls lightly.
"I've bled all of that blood away."
"Would you dance, if I asked you to dance? Would you run and never look back? Would you cry, if you saw me crying? Would you save my soul tonight? Would you tremble if I touch your lips? Would you laugh, oh please tell me this? Would you die for the one you love? Hold me in your arms tonight."
NOTE: aww! How was that? It took me awhile...writers block. I was really confused about the plot and stuff although, I pretty much got it down about now. Please be kind and review if you're interested in this story at a least bit! It would really help brighten me up lolz! Thank you so much!
